This is a love story. It's neither chaste nor gentle, is messy and oftenbrutal, and its completion is uncertain. My experiences are not contrived;what...you will read is my life, as best I can articulate it. There are no beautifulsunsets, no family-style restaurants. This is the truth, with all of its failingsand untidiness. But do not doubt that what you read is a love story, and oneof the greatest sort. As horrid and trite as it sounds, Knox and I met online in the early summerof 2002 in a. .I open my eyes and look at her and gentle put both my hands on face an kiss her back.This time it was with our mour mouth open an swirling our tounges left and right we both were breathing a bit heavy..we stop just incase ppl didnt approve of what me and J was doing in a public place at the beach..She wipe my tears and said Mum and dad gonna throw a party on tonite.It Reach 3pm in our NZ afternoon The BBQ was going My Dad was talking too J Dad and me an J and my Mum and J mum was doing the. Dinner would have to be delivery today I feared. Jane followed behind carrying her thong, as it was, in hand with her top still askew and showing her entire chest off with grace.We reached the bottom of the stairs and the door bell rang. I looked at my watch and tried to figure out who would be at our door on a late Sunday afternoon; it was 4:00 PM. I went on up the stairs, my erection still extended beyond the leg of my shorts; not a good thing to answer the door showing. Jane scampered up the. So, with that image in mind I'll relate the surprising and very welcome event when I went to the chest clinic for a check up just before Christmas.The appointment was the typical lung function test and the usual lecture about smoking and I was glad to get away from the clinic. I decided to have a spot of lunch while I was at the hospital but needed a piss first. Now I admit I'm a 'shy pisser' and generally try to get a free cubicle. Plus now I have to lug an oxygen cylinder around it's just.